Yan Jian is a girl. When a person stands there, his long hair shawls, his skin is as smooth as gel, he looks forward to it, and his calm and watery temperament is undoubtedly extremely attractive.
Xu Zhishui is a young man. He has a narrow waist and long legs. He is a bit of a jerk, but he is a handsome guy.
"Yan Jian, don't you want me anymore?" Xu Zhishui blinked, as if trying to blink back the tears in his eyes, his mouth flattened, his pitiful look instantly softened people's hearts.
Yan Jian smiled softly, kissed Xu Zhishui's lips, and whispered in Xu Zhishui's ear, "Yes, I don't want you anymore."
Xu Zhishui was startled. He grabbed the corner of Yan Jian's clothes, raised his eyelids and looked at Yan Jian, accusing him, "Yan Jian, you actually don't want me for another man?"
Yan Jian pulled Xu Zhishui's hand away and chuckled, "Yes, just because other men don't want you."
Demo, pretend to be pitiful for me, I tell you I don't do that.
One day when the person who was pretending to be gentle stopped being gentle, and the person who was pretending to be pitiful suddenly became domineering, Anitabha finally achieved the right fruition.